Beneath Ceaseless Skies | A Stranger Goes Ashore by Adam R. Shannon
Size / Zoom The docks have regrown in the years since Alain last saw home. The old piers lie partially submerged and rotting, battered beyond hope of regeneration. The island has pushed new jetties out into the bay, flat tendrils that branch at their furthest points, providing anchorages for dozens of ships. Above the port, Heora’s spire trees rise like fingers into the sky, their trunks pocked by carved windows and cantilevered balconies. When Alain last looked at his dwindling home from the deck of an outbound ship, nine spires adorned the hills over the port. Only six remain. The ground ...
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